willing participation. Why was she even entertaining thoughts of this person who almost allowed
another person to tear her world down? Why the attraction? She was supposed to hate him! He
was as guilty as Annie, if not more. He held the power!

The way he spoke to her that day rang in her ear. She shrunk against herself remembering
how she felt—the humiliation, the tears, the emotion. The trip to San Diego where she couldn’t
immediately give herself over to Brandon because of the hurt she felt.

She was on autopilot. She was hot and she was bothered and there was no quick fix in sight.
Since she and Brandon had parted ways, she had no one on radar to put her out of her misery.
Her vibrator was a good source, but somehow with hours left to get through the day, she didn’t
think it would help. That was way too many hours off.

There was a rising urge coming from between her legs that wouldn’t go away no matter how
tightly she gripped her thighs together. It was unbearable. It had total control over her thought
process, as well as her actions.

When London found herself headed back up the elevators and toward Mercedes, the lie fell
from her lips so easily, it surprised even her.

“Hi again, Mercedes,” she said. She wore a nervous smile. “Can you please ring Carter for
me? I forgot an item on the agenda that’s of the utmost importance.”

“Of course.”

Four minutes later, Carter appeared in the area behind reception and signaled towards London
to come to his office.Once they were inside, he appeared slightly nervous, and stood near the door running his hand through his short, dark waves. “What…did you come back to rip me a new one?”

London didn’t immediately respond. Instead, she walked to the bar and poured a double shot
of Vodka. She tipped the glass upward, allowing the warmth to flow through to her chest.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed. “You might wanna slow down, London. I don’t stock the cheap
stuff.”

Still no response. She boldly sized him up as she poured another shot.
Suave and fucking debonair, Carter Hampton.
Why do I want you in a way that I know I shouldn’t?
Carter crossed his arms across his chest as he watched London take down her shot. She
replaced her glass on the bar’s surface.

“Should I pour me one too and join the party? Will this entire exchange be one-sided? How
much of this do you—”
“Lock the door…” London instructed.

His eyes got wide for a brief second as though he had heard her incorrectly.

“Lock the door…” she repeated.

Doing as he was told, Carter turned around slowly to adjust the lock, then turned back in her
direction. Once the door was secure, with no chance of surprise interruptions, she asked: “Are you
coming?”

Everything from there happened quickly because she feared that she would come to her
senses and leave without getting what she came for.
Down the corridor, past his office, was something that she hadn’t even expected—a fully
furnished bedroom, with big screen television, small stereo system, full bathroom, and king sized
bed.

“Don’t get shy on me now, Carter. Come here. This is what you wanted, right?” She unzipped
the side of her dress and allowed it to fall to the ground of his bedroom floor. “I mean the way
you look at me,” she said, removing her matching bra and panty set. “The way you kissed me not too long ago…” She walked toward him and removed his blazer, tie and all the other blockages.
When she pulled down his boxer briefs, she nodded in approval. “Yes, even better than I
expected,” she said stroking his protruding manhood.

She stepped back from where he stood and moved to the center of his bed ready to receive
him, “This is what you want, right?”
It was what he wanted, and without a second thought Carter made his move. Face first, he
wasted no time going straight to dessert where he teased, licked, sucked, and devoured every
inch of her sweetness. Her cove met his mouth with frenzied thrusts as she lost herself in the
thrill of him.

It was only once her cries simmered that she realized she was coming down from a high—the
most intense orgasm she had ever had the pleasure of. Around them both, the room became
eerily quiet. And although she resided in the realm of euphoria, the reality of what happened hit
her like a ton of bricks.

Her body was thankful. Her mind was racing.